They write soft words with loyal pens
about God's love that far transcends
our drear, dark worlds of futile ends.
So thankful I, for poet friends.
Though Bibles have at times been banned,
we've come to search and understand
that narrow pathway God has planned
which leads us to the Promised Land.
For each of us who are forgiv'n
and faithfully are ever liv'n,
a unique journey God has giv'n
from home on earth to home in Heav'n.
It's true, so let each poem gird
creation's rainbow, rose and bird
and other things that run in herd
with Heaven's rhyme, with Heaven's word.
Away from earth's distracting din,
in Heav'n we'll read these words again,
so write some poems. Now begin.
Make readers smile with widest grin.
Sometimes we laugh, sometimes we smile,
sometimes the words, we can't compile -
and though we cry through earthly trial -
our God shines through. It's all worthwhile.
From earthquake to the mourning dove,
God's great creation speaks thereof,
so I give thanks to God above
for poet friends and poets' love.
Thank you!
Thank you!
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